mission ‘im possible

posted on March 27, 2009 at 8:38 pm

aha i am not at home todayme n nk are up at capt missions groovy beach shackon the northern beaches of sydneyhe even lent us his car to get here….its a real proper hippy beach pad toofull of plants and cactiiand books n cds n dvds all on esoteric thingsits surrounded by trees n lovely lawnsand i really must saythat me n the lovely nk are having a great timeits a whole other vibe up herein avalon n newportthe trees n everything is differentmissions got posters of david bowie and a little balcony with a hammockhes got recording equip n guitarshes got big colourful cushionsand nice furniturethe sun streams in the kitchen windowthe birds sing outsidea different tune to be sure from bondithere are no childrenits so quietour bedroom is painted crimsonmissions kitchen is an explosion of stuffthis morning is so very softmission has candles n lanternsmission has some lovely incensemission you lucky bastardliving here all alone with your loyal houndyou dabble in this n thatsearching for your huge calm truthyeah you guys remember mission from my night on the vinehes the guy who collapsed in wonderat how beautiful the vegetal kingdom wasafter he stepped outside in the morningthe wonder of it allthe love swept him off his feetnow you dont want that every day i guessbut imaginejust onceyou suddenly see this world thru the eyes of a strangeryou see the flowersyou see the leavesyou see the treesyou see the beesand for the 1st timeyou suss the huge intelligence n love behind it allno we are not random splodges of fleshwe are creaturescreated by our creatorwho is bold enough to name him?lord vishnu has 1000 nameshe has 1000 magnificent attributes each needing a namevishnu who holds the spheres in their orbitvishnu who dreams up worlds as he sleepsuniverses pour out of his poresand everything is created and in its placeto perform this dance of mayaand every now n thenyou meet some guysyou know their dancing days are nearly doneby their gentle grace and demeanoursoftly spoken men with no ego agendanote : this iS NOT MEbut real gentlemenwith the emphasis on gentlethe kind of man who can dig a buncha fleurs so heavilythat his fucken knees give outhe was paralysed with the enormous cosmick plan and it fucken floored himwell facing yourself on some exotic powerful manifestation of natureeg the vine or the bark or the mushroom or the cactusis just about the bravest thing you can doyou never know what ya gonna findand shifty ambitious geezers like moisometimes get a blast from outta their past heartsthat withers them in its onslaught n furybut our capt missionis not your ordinary guyhes done time playing the gamenow hes moved into some free spacea generous and warm hearted geezerthis is a marvellous little break for usits so quiet up here you could move in n never leave… people living in some wintery north east american townor people living in leeds or in rinkebyor people living in the western subs of sydneyor people in amsterdamwould be amazedby the lush tree-i-ness the bushes and the shrubsthe pacific crashes not five minutes walk awayits saturday morningi’m on a little holidayooh me n nk are having such a good timethank you missionyou sirare a DIAMOND GEEZER!!!!!

good on you guys, have a BEAUTIFUL time together….you’d probably be the first to admit that when you and your other half have kids, the first casualty is quality time together…..oh yeah, ain’t THAT the truth…love always…..

Enjoy the bucolic splendor, majesty and serenity of nature. Captain mission is a mind and a soul of a higher and luminous order. Vishnu is the preserver of all life. Some of his avatars are Rama, Krishna and Buddha. When we transition Shiva destroys our bad karma and then regenerates us. Mission’s hound is ingratiating Sk to dogs. Mission accomplished.

If only I was a fat Hindu in India. They would accept me and I would even go to their Temple that reveres rats. But no, I’m in Suburban Chicago with my cat, Jim Beam and Baudelaire’s Paris Spleen.

Ah the beautiful north, everyone’s thinks I’ve turned into a hermit this year but I’ve just found my own northern beach shack. The catch is it’s worth 2 mill and i’m only renting . Alas I have to return to the other side of the bridge when my funds dry up. It’s kinda fucked up how this system works. We have to work the destruction machine to afford to live around the things it destroys. The birds , the trees the ocean etc.Like someone who’s in the logging industry because they like to work in the great outdoors.I doubt there’s even one owner round here who bought there property though profits of a benign industry . . . The lizards round here have a wisdom in there eyes that suggests they know the truth. Land ownership is an oxy moron .

Awww yeah, he is one very special huggable dude. Capt just has to smile and you feel so good inside. I can see him blushing at that 🙂 KC loves him too. Enjoy your freedom away, you need to find this kind of space for yourselves. love xxx

Sounds so romantic! half your luck you guys. I myself thought only last night about the lack of romance in my life so I thought I would scour the net for a likely lad. Plenty of geezers and “intiligint male looking for princes to spoill rottin” types. You little ripper!Fantastic fact (from child’s home reader); The tongue of a blue whale can weigh four tonnes. Happy days!!! Linda

I believe I know the feeling. Its like that when I visit my friend who lives on the Rogue River in Oregon. Her aura permeates the place, and opens up a whole new (dormant) side of my own psyche. I hope to go there again soon ~

Thankyou SK. Your description is indeed the ” next best thing to being there “.I was lucky enough to grow up on the Northern beaches ( Dee Why and Narrabeen ) back when ordinary people could afford to live in such an area . My Dad was the local milkman. Unlike other areas of Sydney ( most? ) it seems to have retained a lot of its original flavour.

Can we now look forward to a *Tamam Shud influence in the music of SK and the Church after this weekend ?

for the benefit of o/s TTBers; *60’s/70’s hippie/surfer/head band from this area.

Captain mission!i read this nameevery day on the TTB!i did’nt know you were good friends!glad to hear about him,interestingguy,fond of nature and meditationliving with his dog…and glad you’re enjoying this wondrefullittle holiday,S and N Kilbey !!!

thank you fellow commentators, i appreciate your kind words and descriptions of my self, who is this capt. mission chap anyway? i’m probably going to disappoint you all should we ever meet, but i’m very grateful for your thoughts.

princy – why am i single? err mmm, i’ve been divorced and my days chasing girls are well and truely over or at least in decline, unless they are french canadian.

steve, it is i that thank you. if i could i’d give you the keys to the universe but the best i can do right now is the keys to the car and mission control.you and nk are welcome when ever you need the time out. i’m sure fellow blog readers would do the same if they could.yeah the vine experience was pretty powerful moment, everything was revealed and i mean everything, i finally found what i was looking for. i have never felt so loved by anything and i know it’s there for us all. love as it should be, unconditional, intellegent, powerful and cosmic with direction and it’s found through gaia.

ironically i’m enjoing bondi, the cafe’s, the friendly locals,the little shops and laneways, the big expansive iconic beach and the friendly bookshop, the surfers, the sun bouncing over the ocean surface. it’s all beautiful…

Steve, this blog needs a slightly crooked sign saying 'Do Not Disturb'.xxxps Capt Mission; there's a great little non-profit bookstore I found in Stanmore run by two lovely gentlemen that i found before the gig – Bodhi Books & Ethical Living, 89 Enmore Rd – worth visiting if you're ever out that way. You can pick up a lot of spiritual books and cds; or maybe even a Leonard Cohen poetry book.